My mother's love song

Mashu looked at Morgan blankly for a while, then slumped her shoulders in dejection.

The Shield Girl muttered with a gloomy expression: "...Yes. To be honest, I am afraid to face the Lion King.

Will I still be able to fight... Have I helped my seniors? Will everything be in vain because of my failure?

I wish I could be as strong as Mr. Galahad."

"It does not need."

Morgan interrupted Mashu coldly, stared at the girl with straight and penetrating eyes, and spoke.

"The heroic spirit Galahad acknowledged you. You once said that you were saved by Galahad when you were on the verge of death, right?

But that is wrong, Galahad did not save you, he entrusted you to him."

"Entrust it to me?"

"Ah, I've entrusted the important task of saving humanity to you."

Morgan said calmly: "That kid doesn't have the capacity to save humanity, so you have to save the world. He just ran away in the face of an unbearable responsibility.

In fact, wasn't it the same when he was alive? He had obtained the Holy Grail that could make everything happen, but he gave it back to the heavens... Really, a coward is a coward no matter where he goes. "

Morgan insulted Galahad angrily, and Matthew on the side could only smile bitterly.

“…Hahaha, hahaha. It seems like you have a deep resentment.”

But it's true.

Knight Galahad was ordered by King Arthur to embark on a journey to discover the Holy Grail, but he took it upon himself to return the Holy Grail.

It is undoubtedly a great feat from God's perspective.

But as a knight, in a sense, it is a more serious treason than Lancelot, isn't it?

There is no way Galahad didn't know that King Arthur wanted to use the Holy Grail to save the people of Britain.

"Mashu Kyrielight."

"In the!"

When her name was called, Mashu straightened her back nervously.

"You will be a better knight than Galahad, I can assure you. So go ahead and prove your excellence to the coward in the sky."

Mashu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, yes! I will prove to Mr. Galahad that his choice and trust on that day were not wrong!"

After saying these words passionately, she added in a low voice.

“I’m sorry… You sound like I’m something special. I’m not even good enough to use a Noble Phantasm…”

"Let me give you a little advice, Mash Kyrielight."

Morgan said: "The essence of this shield in your hand is to protect people.

Your attention should not be focused on deflecting the enemy's attack, but on the object to be protected inside.

This is the essence of the Round Table. It is not a fake Camelot to build that holy land, but the real and unbreakable road to the City of Chalk. "

"The road leading to the city of chalk..."

Morgan sighed as he saw Mashu's face glow with confidence again.

She whispered in a voice that only she could hear.

"I can't stand it. Why do I have to educate and enlighten the Knights of the Round Table at this point... I'm leaving."

After saying these words, Morgan turned and left, and Mash bowed deeply to her back.

"Yes, thank you!"

Really, really worthy of King Arthur! Even in the dark side, he is still so handsome!

The Son of Shield thought happily.

Am I recognized by the King of the Round Table?

No, you have been recognized by the Mother of the Round Table.

When Mashu returned to the queue, everyone was having their final conversation.

"Knight Lancelot. I am not doubting King Hassan's words, but... in the worst case scenario, you must fight Lord Gawain."

Lancelot nodded: "Huh. Although I really want to say that I can definitely fight him until night, there is a continuous blessing on you.

Only this time, I can't use the method of stalling for time to win."

Xuanzang Sanzang said: "Leave it to me. Mr. Lancelot and I will teach him a lesson when the time comes."

"Well, I'll leave it to you. Oriental women are really strong-willed and very charming."

The Lake Knight said this with a bright smile, and Mashu immediately glared at him as if he were trash.

"The battle will start in one minute. Is Sir Lancelot mentally ill?"

"Ahem, sorry for the disrespect!"

Lancelot coughed awkwardly, came to the front of the cavalry unit, and drew his sword towards the direction of the holy city.

"…Then prepare the flags. From now on, we will capture the Holy City.

For all the creatures living on this land! We must impeach the Lion King for his faults!

Everyone, draw your swords! Now is the time to restore the Holy Land to its true form!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh!!!"

The roars of the warriors and the thunder of the galloping horses shook the wilderness and the sky.

Just as the cavalry corps began to launch a surprise attack on the holy city, something strange suddenly happened in the clear sky.

"What happened...!? A sandstorm broke out in the Holy City. This has never happened before!"

"Oh, look! A storm is coming down from the north! It's swallowing up that damned Saint!"

Amid the crowd's exclamations, an unprecedented sandstorm enveloped the chalk city ahead of the wilderness.

Mashu looked up at the sky and murmured to himself, "Senior, am I seeing things? There seemed to be a huge skull pattern emerging from the sandstorm just now!"

"Yeah, I saw it too... the skull pattern!"

"No, no, no, that's not what's shocking!"

Romani in the control room exclaimed in surprise: "This storm does not contain any magic! It is a pure natural phenomenon! But it has a very high directionality! This is really God's help!"

"Oh, it must be...! Sir Lancelot! This is the power of the first sir! That sir kept his promise! Now is the time to march!"

The soldiers of the Allied Forces regarded the sight of the sandstorm covering the holy city as a good omen, and their morale was instantly boosted.

The Chaldeans and Hassans regarded it as assistance from the first generation of Hassan and were also encouraged.

However, they all got one thing wrong. The sandstorm that fell from the sky was neither a good omen nor the work of the retired King Hassan.

On the highest observation deck in the Holy City, Rhodes watched the scene calmly.

"Well done. Be careful not to reveal your true identity. If you are too conspicuous, the morale of the coalition forces will collapse instantly."

In this way, the favor owed to the old man can be considered repaid.

I told you a long time ago, Gawain. Don't rely too much on the power of the sun~

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The charge of tens of thousands of people between the two armies caused the earth to tremble.

The Holy City Army and the rebels quickly came into close combat.

Although the rebels are more powerful, it is still very difficult to approach the holy city.

From the walls of the Holy City, arrows poured down like a rainstorm.

The enchanted arrows had no effect on the upright knights entering the open battlefield, but they could effectively kill the Allied soldiers with low defense.

Lancelot galloped on his horse, frowning: "That guy Agguiwen, so this is what he did. He increased the number of archers on the city wall.

It has almost tripled in number. They are planning to wipe us out before we even get close to the city wall."

Xuanzang Sanzang, who was following him on horseback, nodded and said, "The Sphinx Legion will be here soon. The arrows of the Knights of Rectification will not be very effective against the immortal beasts."

"No, let's follow the plan and have the Egyptian army interfere on the west side of the Holy City. Look, we can already see the main gate of the Holy City!"

Xuanzang looked up and saw the towering gate of the holy city slowly rising from the horizon. Standing in front of the pure white main gate was a solitary figure.

"The one in charge of the main gate... is Gawain after all!?"

Lancelot shouted, "Leave Gawain to me... No, wait! What is that!?"

In his sight, a dark shadow came from the horizon like the wind and condensed into shape right in front of the holy city.

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The grassland in front of the main gate of the holy city no longer exists, replaced by ruins consisting of corpses, armor, swords and halberds.

"Hurry up and pass the order! The archers on the city wall just need to aim at the enemies at the foot of the city wall!"

Gawain, standing in front of the main gate, steadily commanded the troops defending the city.

"Gao Wenqing, the third team on the right wing requests reinforcements!"

"Let Mordred's guerrilla force pass! We must hold the enemy back before then!"

"Gao Wenqing, order the first squadron on the left wing! There is a danger of defeat. I repeat, there is a danger of defeat!"

Gawain frowned unhappily: "The first team!? They are the elite who have been selected through layers of selection. How could they be defeated by a group of rabble! Who are the opponents? Is it the Master from a foreign land and her servants!?"

"Well... this is hard to talk about... but the enemy is a cavalry unit wearing uniform purple armor... the guerrilla knights, Sir Lancelot's troops!"

"...That's right."

Gawain took a deep breath and drew the Holy Sword of the Sun from his waist.

"…What a pity. It's really a pity."

"...Gao Wenqing?"

Gawain gave orders to the confused soldiers: "The left wing falls back to the position of the fourth team and sends the order to the right wing to join.

I will use my holy sword to burn all the enemy soldiers and traitors in this area."

"Oh, finally we're going to use Kaventine! Listen, knights of the Holy City! Lord Gao Wen, march out! It can be said that we no longer need to fight in this war!"

Knight Gawain raised the holy sword Galatine with both hands: "Ahead of here is the gate to the holy city. No matter who comes, my sun wheel will block all evil wheels and the sword of victory [Excalibur Galatine]!"

The golden sun's rays will turn into sun flames, burning all the rebels on the earth.

however……

"……what?"

Just as the flames that Gawain slashed out were about to burn the invading enemy troops, a cloud of black mist descended from the sky and blocked the flames of his holy sword.

The black fog did not burn after being hit by the flames released by the holy sword. Instead, it seemed to absorb the sunlight into its own color, and a bluish-white glow appeared everywhere.

"I am the sword", "I am the beast", "I am thirst", "I am hunger"

A dark giant, about three meters tall, stood in front of Gawain and confronted him.

"I am the one who brings death" "I am the one who plays death"

When Gawain saw the black smoke coming with the wind, he looked more confused than ever before.

"I am dead" "I am dead"

"Death" "Death" "Death"

The Pale Knight, in the eyes of the Sun Knight, reflected the apocalypse of the end.

"I'm sorry, Gawain. Lancelot is my prey, so you can just play with the boy."